The Things You Confuse

They say love will do strange things. But that isn't love. Obsession, maybe. Lust, maybe. The need to be needed, maybe. But not love. You have no excuse.

The Not So Distant Memory

While you may have a t-shirt, a letter, and my favorite pair of old converse, I have your dignity and your pride. I think I win.

It Never Needed a Name

I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. Your voice trips me every time.

It All Sounds The Same

Just because it was voiced doesn't mean it was true. I thought you, of all people, would understand.

Sometimes, Tripping Feels Like Falling

You don't have to write a thousand words, just look me in the eyes and smile, and I promise I'll understand.

The Surf Drowns Everything.

And as I walked away, I thought I heard you whisper, "I'm sorry...'

It must have been the waves.

The Oxygen is My Messenger, Now

There are times when I can't think, can't breathe, can't write, can't sleep because all that I am is consumed by you. You fill my head, circle my throat, cripple my hand, and blink negative behind my eyelids.

But you're not here anymore and I can't just walk up to you, look in your eyes (I've heard they look just like mine), and tell you to go haunt someone else.

But I can't help but hope that maybe somewhere, somehow, my voice is carrying through the air to the sea to the stars, and you'll hear me screaming, "STOP. I GET IT. I'M SORRY!"